Chapter 4

When I awoke, it was almost 10 o'clock, and I was amazed at how long I had slept. I checked John's and Tim's rooms and saw they were gone. John worked on a ranch a few miles away, and Tim had a summer-job in town at a supermarket. I took a shower and fixed myself up.

I started the week by doing the regular chores, which included laundring, cleaning the household, making myself some lunch and taking care of our stable which consisted of 4 beautiful horses and 2 cows.

Since Tim worked at the supermarket, he did all the shoppings, so I didn't have to bother going to town for groceries. Tim would take it with his motorette. When my boys got home I would have supper ready for them, and we would all eat together. Then we would play some cards, watch some television, and eventuallly we would go to bed, only that from now on John would share my bed. Every night from now on he could stay with me, to make love with me, to sleep with me like lovers do. I had a hard time all day long, thinking of John, wanting him every minute. I had to finger myself several times during the day, to relief myself.

It seemed like my longing was rewarded. It was about mid-day. I had just eaten some lunch and gone out to the stable getting some hay for the horses, and started feeding the cows when I heard the sound of hooves outside. At the entrance I saw John leading Blackie, his horse inside the barn.

"Hi Mom!"

"Hello John, you're early today..."

"I guess so..."

He led the horse into his box and unsaddled him, getting some hay for him... then he turned to me.

Now when he was finally here with me, I didn't really know what to do...

"I didn't expect you this early... so I didn't make any food... but I'll make you something if you want to... I mean if you're hungry.

He had gotten to me and was standing only two-three feet away from me. Looking me in the eyes. I had a hard time enduring his glances and had to look in another direction.

"I'm a little hungry... but that could wait..."

"Well... maybe you'll help me fix the horses... they sure need some brushing... especially Blackie... you ought to take care of him better..."

He was still looking at me, then I felt his strong arms around me, pressing me tight to him, my breasts feeling the warmth of his sweaty shirt. His body was shivering like he was cold, but I knew he wasn't shivering from that reason. His warm cheek against mine, his young beard-stubble tickling me, while his warm breath was panting close to my naked neck.

"Ohhh mom... I love you so much...", I heard him whisper in my ear.

"I love you too, honey... I love you too... but this is so wrong... we shouldn't be doing this... I shouldn't feel what I feel for you, not in this way...". All day I had thought of John, of making love to him, of receiving his delighting penis, but now when I saw him, I had again received those feelings that this was wrong... it was so...

"mmm John..."

He had knelt in front of me, his face pressed against my crotch, grinding, like he wanted to enter me with his head, his hands around my thighs closing me in tight against him.

I leaned backwards, against the wall, parting my legs, closing my eyes, letting it happen again... like I would for so many times to come, over and over again...

John got under my skirt, his hot breath tickling my crotch, his steamy breath wettening my allready damp panties. I started caressing John's head thru the fabric. If it wouldn't be for the strange bulge forming between my legs no one could guess that there was a man down there... It was so exciting to feel his face on my mound, his lips wettening the thin fabric of the panties, my vagina letting out juices of lust, soaking the thin material.

"... mmmm... it feels so good John... please... take off my panties... I want to feel you close to me... please..."

He did as I asked him. After a bit of struggle, I could feel the enprisoning panties slide down my calves. I stepped out of them and finally I was free...

John proceeded directly, his tongue snaking inside the cleavage of my pussy, licking up all the wonderful juices I was producing, occasionally letting it enter me.

I came very intense, my legs barely holding me up, almost collapsing ontop of him as he darted his tongue in and out of my climaxing pussy. I couldn't help it, but for the first time in my life I screamed. I screamed like I had never screamed before. It was like a roar, from an animal in heat, a roar of exctacy. My hole body shivering... then came the wonderful aftermath...

I don't really know what happened after that, but I found myself on my back. My bra was unsnapped, my left breast hanging outside the unbottened shirt, John's mouth sucking hard at it. My skirt was up at my waist, my naked legs spread wide and my lover's body between them, his hips moving up and down on me as he was pounding his member in and out of my slippery cunt. Then I felt him plunge one final time, and he came with his warm seed deep inside my belly, squirting his loving spunk into my womb...

I don't know who, but it sounded like my voice, told him to go on, to 'fuck me again'. It was the first time I had ever said that to my son, the first time I had uses such a coarse language, but I was in such extacy, I didn't think, I only wanted pleasure.

I entwingled my legs around him, locking him up inside of me, his mouth meeting mine, tongues exchanging juices. Then I started my vaginal massage on his shrinking penis. I knew I could do miracles this way... and I did. The cramping of my pussy around his precious member, working tight like a clamp around him, got him hard in moments and soon he was pumping my cumfilled vagina anew. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, we came together, his penis filling my already cum soaked vagina once again with his lovly cream, shooting deep inside me.